Chapter 66

My Villains Episode 066

18. Elenar Radakalin (2)

...Why me?

under! The reason why there is no case is that it is an oil-based resin....

...I get it. did you promise?

Hmmmmm First of all...

I’m ‘Herenar Radakalin’ from the mysterious island ‘Tirin Mel’.

Ellen? It’s a nickname given to me by Master. Because of her dialect, she became Ellen instead of Eren.

As for my hometown, Ti Lin Mell’s ‘La Palais Palace’ is my home. That’s enough to tell me that I’m different from the common mage, right?

You don’t know the Radakalin family? What is ‘The Hemp Master Radakalin’?

...You really don’t know anything. Radha Kalin is an ancient sorceress who built La Palais Palace, and the Radha Kalin family are his descendants. In a word, it means that the veins of the archmage run through my body.

I came from such a great lineage, but that doesn’t mean my life has always been happy.

Well, to be precise, I was almost always unlucky. Because the happy memories are few and far between.

Won’t you look at me with those eyes? After all, puberty ended in the evening. Children who grow up without parents grow up quickly.

Actually, it’s a bit harsh to say that I grew up as an orphan, even though I had no parents. It’s not helpful in life, but I had quite a few relatives. There was a teacher who took care of me like a child...

So, not having parents is just one of the many misfortunes in my life. nothing more, nothing less.

other misfortunes? Uh... It’s a bit long to explain.

The Palace of La Palais is the cradle, training center and university of the sorcerers of the ‘School of Elements’.

That’s right, elemental school. Middle World’s oldest magic school. It is also the best.

Naturally, the children of the Radakalin family also lived in the palace, gaining knowledge and learning magic. They usually hone their exceptional talents to become wizards representing their generation.

I’m a bit more of a special case. Among Radakalin’s descendants, he is a descendant with a particularly dark blood.

When I started to walk, the best wizards in the palace, including my great-uncle and uncles, began to teach me.

Everyone was amazed at my talent. I was endowed with exceptional learning ability, formidable concentration, and, crucially, magical powers unparalleled in all time. It’s strange if you’re not surprised to be a 7-year-old kid with more mana than a wizard with a hand.

The whole palace was up and down every day. They made a fuss about the birth of an archmage who would succeed Radakalin. All of my cousins and friends my age considered me an object of envy. Looking back, I think that was the heyday of my life.

yeah i’m funny too Seven years old is the prime of life.

Anyway, a strange sign appeared... Nine years old? ten years old? I think that was it.

Of course, even at that time, the pronunciation of magic words, the induction and concentration of mana, the number of vocalization spells, and concentration... Anyway, everything was the best among my peers. It’s only natural given my talent.

By the way – everything else is complete, but strangely the spell is not engraved. In a word, it means that I couldn’t use magic.

Of course, it wasn’t a big deal at the time. It is rare to engrave a spell before the age of ten.

Because of my high talent, I was ahead of people’s expectations. It’s not strange that I can’t engrave spells at the age of 9 or 10.

But since I couldn’t engrave the spell until I was thirteen or fourteen, it became a problem from then on?

People’s expectations and interest turned into ridicule and contempt. My cousins and peers who were envious of me also started gossiping about me behind my back.

– Not the enemy of the archmage, but under the sasaeng.

– You said you were cursed by God?

-I recognized you from the time you acted arrogantly. You got a thousand punishments.

-What do you do if you have a lot of horse power and a good brain? If you can’t use magic, how are you different from a serf’s daughter?

She talks all sorts of bullshit, but especially ‘Olde’ that bitch is tearing her mouth- Hmm anyway.

And when I turned fifteen, I was completely alone. After the idiot ‘Lam Phi’, all 30 of my peers

succeeded in carving a spell.

Then we had a celebration party in the yard to commemorate it. They must have wanted to kill someone else to confirm. He wanted to stamp me as a failed student.

No, it’s not that I’m angry, it’s actually like that, right? It would be a lie to say that Poi is ugly. Even though he looks rude, he is a rare handsome man. Especially when I laugh... Anyway,

after getting off the boat... Yes, I got help from Poi.

Unlike what Poi looked like, he acted like a merchant or a clown and saved me from soldiers. Of course I should be grateful... but I couldn’t afford it. I was very, very, very angry at the time.

It’s not just because of being stabbed and trampled on. Of course, that was a very unpleasant experience... but I was more upset about losing the wand than that. It was the most precious thing Master gave me.

The guy who stabbed me back then, the guy who stepped on the back of my hand, the guy who smashed the wand, the guy who made fun of my dirty tongue, everyone remembers it. When the opportunity arises, I will definitely take revenge. certainly.

...Okay, that’s over.

I got help, but I couldn’t trust Poy. In the three months since I left the palace, I’ve met a lot of scumbags of all kinds.

Of course, those guys weren’t much of a threat. Because they’re stupid enough to not recognize a wizard. If I cut off my limbs by swinging the wand, I often prayed or ran away with tears and runny nose.

I thought Poi was like that too. It means you’re approaching because you want something.

To be honest, if you see someone you don’t know well... Poi’s impression isn’t that warm. I suspected they might be targeting my magical powers, or maybe targeting my possessions or my body.

Yeah Foy wasn’t like that.

Of course, it was annoying to pretend to be close to each other no matter how long we’ve met, to scold or nag at you all the time, and to treat you like a kid despite our small age difference.

Still... pulling me in without hesitation, holding me tight so I wouldn’t run away, and protecting me as if it were natural... gave me a kind of um security. It was the kind of feeling you would feel in a palace or in Master’s laboratory.

because it’s really weird To feel this way with someone you know only by name.

You’re not wrong, are you? Foy rarely talks about himself. Of course, it’s not that I don’t have any guesses.

Unless you’re an idiot, you’ll quickly notice, but Poi is no ordinary mercenary.

Poi knows how to read. The handwriting is hard but elegant, and the accent of the ‘Lazuli’ region is subtly buried in the tone. I saw it a while ago and it seemed that he spoke fluently in Gellan. It is clear that he has received considerable education.

Besides, he has a physique far above average and his body is extremely trained. Treat your horse as if it were your own body, and naturally use your Blood Artifact in battle. Even when dealing with nobles, he does not shrink and always takes the lead when going into battle.

okay. Poi must have blue blood. If they do not disclose their last name or do not pray, perhaps they are apostates or fugitives who have committed crimes?

Of course, I didn’t ask Poi directly. Poi must have a lot of questions about me, but he doesn’t ask any of those questions. It must be a kind of consideration for me. I decided to do the same.

Actually, it doesn’t really matter anymore. No matter who he is, Poi is... Poi is to me...

...Poi is still an idiot.

You give your back to others without any vigilance. How about casually saying the unfamiliar phrase ‘You’re hiding behind me’?

Even when I don’t want to do anything, I’m always by your side. It’s annoying enough to stick to them, asking if they’re not hungry, if they’re sick, or if they’re bored.

No matter how much I get annoyed, curse at her, and push her away, she shows up at some point, gives me a trivial gift, and puts on a proud expression. How bad his head is again, he’s a fool who jumps into the flames without any countermeasures.

...okay. I’m not even sure what this is. Even if I meditate and meditate on myself whenever I have free time, I still don’t know why I am doing this.

yes that’s a lie Because I am the one who knows me best.

And how could you not like it?

I protect you without expecting anything in return, risking my life, pampering you as if you were the most precious person in the world, sometimes looking at you with eyes that seem like something might spill over, and coming to you in the darkest moments of your life and becoming your light How do you... how do you like it? can’t you?

So... so I’m unbearably angry.

Poi didn’t come back until the deep night and the dark dawn morning, so no matter how much I plugged my ears, I heard disgusting sounds endlessly. It’s funny how the dirty little girl shows me her crappy ring and laughs, and I can’t even throw off a piece of grass when I see it. So angry.

...yeah i’m not crazy

If I was crazy, would I have thought that I would rather die with Poi when he came to rescue me?

When Poi hugged me. I was more happy that Poi was crying because of me than that warm embrace. Although it’s a pity that I couldn’t see it with my own two eyes, I felt that Poi would live with regret for the rest of his life because of Poi, so he would remember me forever, so I was happy. Is this crazy?

...I don’t know, I don’t know. Why am I like this? I... I don’t want it to end like this.

I want to talk while walking side by side. I want to ride a horse and run along the open beach, walk through the wheat fields in autumn, and watch the sunset. I want to show off my spells that increase day by day, teach me how to read the constellations, and ask what my favorite flower is. I want you to comb my hair, I want to receive a pretty flower ring, I want to fall asleep in your arms and kiss you when you wake up in the morning. I promised you. let me see poi

It’s okay even if it’s just for a moment, so let me see you one last time. please please...

what?

...so now?

Now hold on. That’s different! Wait I’m still ready